Best Siddhartha Poems

Does the all mighty Buddha have it right
on the subject of life as suffering?
I sit here and contemplate, day and night,
scrunch my brain up in remembering
just how I have really ever suffered.
First, as an upper class young man of ease,
sheltered by family and mothered,
minimum efforts...

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Divinity’s candle
stays burning alive
not born or created
conceived or contrived

Its light from the center
forever shines through
the moment’s unveiling
delivering you

To places all knowing
through spaces unknown
the mix in the crucible
its myth to atone

The vision self-granted
when time is deposed
confirmed refutation
— with nothing to know

(Villanova University: January, 2024)
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Siddhartha (The Buddha) 
by Hermann Hesse
translation by Michael R. Burch

In the house-shade,
by the sunlit riverbank beyond the bobbing boats,
in the Salwood forest’s deep shade,
beneath the shade of the fig tree,
that’s where Siddhartha grew up.

Siddhartha, the handsomest son of the Brahman,
like a young falcon,
together with his...

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There’s a war reporter     in my ear.
There’s rain in my potatoes.
There’s tomatoes turning to running     in my skillet.
There’s a life’s love fitfully sleeping away the Tuesday...    in the next room.
There’s coffee on my tongue....

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